Last night, I had my first nightmare where something happened to the baby.
In the dream, I was giving blood, and I was in the same stage of pregnancy I am now. There was a man there, also giving blood.
The man says to the nurse, “You can get my blood faster if you stuck in more needles.” As he said that, he started shoving a bunch of needles in his body: his arms, his legs, his neck, his stomach.
Then he walked over to me and started sticking needles in me, including my stomach. Before I could stop him, there was blood shooting out of my stomach.
That’s when I woke up, but really I was in that in-between state where you aren’t quite awake and you aren’t quite asleep. I put my hand on my stomach, and it was flat. The baby was gone! I immediately sat straight up in bed and gasped out loud. Then I put my hand on my stomach again, and he was still there.
Luckily it doesn’t make a lot of sense, so I don’t think it’s based off of a realistic fear. Although, I do have a real fear of a homeless person walking up behind me and stabbing me in the back…